Papa didn't notice I was walking along behind him, for he was
listening to the doctor and Mister Wes, who were talking low,
both at the same time. Doctor Elton tried to tell Mister Wes when
rigor-something-or-other set in, but Mister Wes kept asking
questions. Then he wouldn't wait for the doctor's answer before
he started talking again himself.
A hard gust of wind swept through the house as we were
crossing the open hall. Both Papa and the doctor had to grab at
their hats to keep them from being blown away.
"This dratted wind cuts like a razor," Mister Wes muttered.
He turned his cloak collar up to his ears and opened the door of
the front room.
There lay Mister Ward on the bed! Somebody had spread a white
sheet over him, so all I could see was his muddy boots sticking
out at the bottom, his red hair at the top.
Two or three men sitting in front of the fireplace got up,
and some more men I had seen in the hall walked in right behind
me. Then Old Man Hawk came in.
Nobody in the room was saying anything.
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